Time takes its toll.

Leon was well aware of it; he knew he was no longer the young man who could eat anything and maintain that perfect abdomen.

Age has taken its toll; his body has changed. Sure, he's still strong, but not what he used to be, and it's more noticeable now.

Here he is in front of the mirror, looking at how his belly has grown a little. The last few missions have been full of stress and poor diet, and his metabolism isn't what it used to be.

Normally, he wouldn't care; he's never been vain, but he can't help wondering if this might change something between you and him.

You've always praised his appearance, among other things, of course, but you always talk about how good he looks even at his age.

Does it bother you that he's gained weight? That he no longer has that body you like so much? He imagines the worst possible scenario: you're young and you could have anyone you want, so why would you still cling to an old man like him?

Midway through his internal monologue, you enter the room. León tenses, looking at you in the mirror's reflection, swallows hard, and immediately puts on his shirt, hoping you won't notice how affected he is by his own insecurity.